[One might notice some tall fellow bent over one of those large bins full of freezing cold water with their head completely submerged. Wait a while and try not to feel too concerned when that head of black hair doesn’t come up for air any time soon…

Because eventually it happens and Zack pulls back out of the bucket of water with a loud growl and a fruit clasped tightly in his teeth—

That’s screaming and laughing.]

Aaarrrghh!!

[Alright, haunted houses aren’t so bad. The maze isn’t even that bad. He likes to think that he’s got a thick enough skin for all of this and that a bunch of plastic skeletons or spiders and kids in crappy masks are no big deal for someone as put together as he is.

Unfortunately all the bravery in the world doesn’t stop the (not so) manly scream that comes from his mouth as he slams into a mirror wall and someone in a costume jumps out and shouts at him. Are you there to witness this?]

Boy- That smarts!! How the hell do you get out of here?!

[Zack blinks a few times as he stares at what appears to be some strange person in a weird ghost costume. Or is it a costume? Either way, the ghost thing seems to be staring right back at Zack with a very disturbing grin on its face.

Zack reaches a hand up to run through his dark hair.] Do you see that? Or is it just me?

[He frowns as the ghost seems to mimic his exact movement, a weird gangly ghost arm coming to rub its hand over its head as Zack had. Creepy.]

[Zack whips his head around as he hears a familiar voice murmur his name softly from somewhere out in the hazy fog. It leaves a chill going up his spine and he gets uncharacteristically quiet.

He hears the voice again and he frowns deeply. It’s a soft female voice that sounds too familiar. Confused, he keeps trying to peer around the fog to catch a glimpse of what might be trying to trick him.]

They sure take Halloween seriously around here...